Georg Trakl

(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

Melusine - Poem by Georg Trakl

At my windows the night weeps -
The night is mute, the wind probably weeps,
The wind, like a lost child -
What is it that makes him weep so?
O poor Melusine!

Like fire her hair blows in the storm,
Like fire passing clouds, and laments -
There for you, you poor maiden,
My heart speaks a still night prayer!
O poor Melusine!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012



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